Joy of Life: I am a Han Dynasty succubus, and I rebel from the beginning

Chapter 212, Emperor Qing's Confession and Fierceness! They Don't Care, I Do

Liu Hong smiled, showing his white teeth, as if he met Zhang Liang for the first time.

"Of course I asked him to withdraw! If they want to implement the three-province and six-department system, how can they do it without paying some price?"

The last time Prince Jing was in the court, he stabbed Emperor Qing in the back as a relative of the royal family and demanded the establishment of the three-province and six-bureau system.

The reason why Liu Hong obstructed was that the interests of both parties had not yet been negotiated.

Zhang Liang's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Sir, it seems that your lofty ambition is about to be realized."

"It's still early, but I have made some preparations. As a father, I should always leave some inheritance for my children."

Liu Hong spoke calmly, his expression unfathomable.

The next morning, Liu Hong wrote a letter to Emperor Qing, asking for permission to carry the coffin of the third prince.

Emperor Qing was delighted and praised Liu Hong for his loyalty to the country. He granted him an additional fief of 300 households and asked the eldest prince Li Chengru and the governor of Kyoto Liu Hong to build the third prince's tomb together.

He also ordered the Crown Prince and the Second Prince to lead all the civil and military officials to escort the Third Prince out of Kyoto, and the entire city was in mourning for a month.

This honor is unprecedented among the princes. Perhaps Emperor Qing is also trying to make up for his guilty conscience.

Concubine Yi in the palace was crying her eyes out, but she still couldn't change Emperor Qing's mind.

When Liu Hong and Li Chengru welcomed the coffin of the third prince.

Concubine Yi had lifeless eyes as she lay on the third prince's coffin, refusing to let go.

Even though she hadn't washed for several days, she could still vaguely see the tragic beauty.

"My queen, please take care."

Li Chengru, a loyal and honest man, could not help but admonish Concubine Yi.

The dead cannot be resurrected! Life still has to go on.

"What do I value? If the crown princes fight and I get caught in the crossfire, I will accept it. After all, this is the fate of the princes."

Concubine Yi laughed coldly, no longer showing her former shrewdness and intelligence, and her tone was full of resentment, like a ghost from hell.

"But I can't imagine that he was pulled over by His Majesty to block the knife! Why did he have to die..."

After saying this, Concubine Yi started crying again.

Is it because she has the lowest rank that the Third Prince has the weakest influence in the court?

When Li Chengru heard what Concubine Yi said, he was speechless for a moment.

Liu Hong looked up at Shi Chen and spoke gently.

"It's getting late, Your Majesty. You should be buried as soon as possible. This is the Third Prince's top priority."

Concubine Yi raised her head and looked at the Governor of Kyoto, who was less than 30 years old, with complicated eyes.

Finally, he fell silent.

It must be Emperor Qing's will that Liu Hong can come.

Perhaps because of her crazy words, Emperor Qing will never favor her again in his life, and she will be kept in the cold palace like the queen.

When the surrounding imperial guards saw Concubine Yi give up her position, they were afraid that something might happen if they were too late, so they quickly lifted up the coffin.

Concubine Yi's heart trembled and she couldn't help crying again.

Liu Hong and Li Chengru left Concubine Yi's palace in a hurry without looking back.

Emperor Qing lay quietly on the soft couch in the imperial study. For the first time, he did not fiddle with small items such as bows and arrows and gunpowder.

Instead, there were some children's things on the table, which were the relics of the Third Prince.

Emperor Qing looked at the things of the Third Prince with a gentle gaze, and gently picked up a small wooden horse.

"Time flies so fast. I didn't expect you to grow up so much."

"I used you to block the assassination attempt at the Hanging Temple. I don't regret it. After all, the Grand Master's life is more important than yours. Your death is worth it!"

Having said that, Emperor Qing took a deep breath and his eyes gradually became cold.

He had spent his entire life pursuing a good reputation during his lifetime and after his death, but the beating of officials in the court had already happened and could not be undone.

The royal reputation and the unification of the world are what Emperor Qing pursued throughout his life.

"I hope you can understand me. I am the true dragon emperor. I will never make mistakes and I will never have any stains. Therefore, this matter will never be overturned."

"The Liu family is very good, but it's a pity that they can't be used. Liu Hong and Chen Pingping are capable ministers, but it's a pity that they saw my stain. Li Chengru and Fan Xian are good kids, but they shouldn't have come to the Hanging Temple that day." As he spoke, Emperor Qing's tone was as cold as iron, and it seemed that he had decided to take action against these people.

Li Chengqian was the crown prince he chose, so Emperor Qing would spare his life.

As for the Second Prince Li Chengze, there was no need for Emperor Qing to take action. Once the Crown Prince ascended the throne, he would naturally have no good ending.

Eunuch Hou hid in the corner, shivering, looking at this cold-blooded emperor.

Although Emperor Qing did not mention him, Eunuch Hou knew that if he heard these things, one day he would die without a burial place.

Because this emperor seems to be affectionate, but in fact he is the most ruthless person in the world.

At the gate of Kyoto City, all the officials wore white cloth on their shoulders and were there to welcome them.

Even though Fan Xian was seriously injured and had become a disabled person, he came to visit this unfamiliar cousin with Lin Wan'er pushing his wheelchair.

Duke Liu looked at his grandson with tears streaming down his face.

The cruelest thing in the world is for the elderly to see their loved ones die.

"Commander Gou, take a letter from me and ask me to release the shackles of the 50,000 craftsmen in the Hanging Temple and build a towering mausoleum for the Third Prince."

Liu Hong handed a letter to Ergouzi.

Li Chengru had no comment on this. After all, the place with the largest number of craftsmen near Kyoto was the Hanging Temple.

Liu Hong gently stroked the third prince's coffin with an expressionless face.

He had no grudge against the Third Prince, he just went with the flow and contributed to the Third Prince's death.

He had only one goal, to release the 50,000 craftsmen of the Hanging Temple.

Now Liu Hong has the ability and power to do so.

For this moment today, Liu Hong spent almost all his family wealth and purchased enough clothes, silver, and food.

Their civilian lives are also lives. The people above don’t care, but he, Liu Hong, cares!

Er Gouzi took orders and led the city defense troops to the Hanging Temple.

At the same time, a large amount of food and clothing were also rushing towards the Hanging Temple.

After seeing the handwritten letter from the Governor-General of Kyoto, the guards of the Hanging Temple did not dare to hold on.

Fifty thousand craftsmen walked out of the Hanging Temple for the first time, looking at the clear sky with numb expressions, joy occupying only a small part of their expressions.

They came from all over the world, and Emperor Qing spent more than ten years gathering them in the Hanging Temple, isolating them from the world like prisoners.

Now that they have left the Hanging Temple, what can they do?

"The Governor has ordered that the shackles of the craftsmen be removed, and that thick porridge, pickles, and clothing be distributed. The tomb for the Third Prince will be built the next day."

Under the warm porridge and relatively intact clothes, the craftsmen stretched out their trembling hands.

A long-lost vitality appeared on his face.

After finishing their meal, the craftsmen could no longer suppress their emotions and burst into tears.

"Why are you crying? Your Excellency the Governor is kind and gracious. Are you weeping for your own death?"

The surrounding defenders were preparing to beat and kick these craftsmen to please the Governor of Kyoto.

Unexpectedly, Er Gouzi looked at the defenders coldly.

"What are you doing! I, the Governor's confidant, don't mind, what do you want to do?"

The defenders, feeling coldly rejected, took a few steps back in embarrassment.

I just think Ergouzi is making a big deal out of nothing. They are just a few untouchables.

He has no one to rely on, so just beat him. Even if he is killed accidentally, what does it matter?

The people of the world are nothing but weeds. If you kill one, another will pop up next year.

Er Gouzi looked at the defenders with some disgust and suppressed his urge to beat them up.

The troops who could guard the Hanging Temple were all veterans who had followed Emperor Qing in his battles, so they were able to suppress 50,000 craftsmen with only 2,000 defenders.

But these old soldiers have followed Emperor Qing for so long that they have forgotten that they are just commoners.

In Liu Hong's words, that would be a betrayal of one's own class!

(End of this chapter)